I felt the release from expectations this morning; that today could just be today. It arrived as a blank slate and wasn't expecting anything from me. The expectations of Christmas that held me prisoner were dropped.
I just don't believe Christmas ever intended to hold us hostage; but we have been taught to do certain things on Christmas.
The very expectations of christmas can ruin christmas.
What are these expectations and who designed them?
The reason I may have noticed this yesterday, was we had a non-traditional Christmas, due to family members not making it here or working. It left the day partially used up by Christmas and the rest wide open.
Now what?
For the past many years, Sundays are without expectations too. I can be and do what I want all day on Sunday. Expectation less Sundays!
Our different Christmas had me unprepared for the wide open spaces. I didn't really know what to do with them.
So, I went out on my snowshoes.
Then it felt like a regular day.
Too regular?
Am I not supposed to do Christmas things?
What are Christmas things, when the family exchange and sharing of food has passed?
Today, I thought, I should have treated it like my usual Sundays.
Do what I love.
Isn't that the spirit of Christmas?
Love?
If so, I have Christmas all year long.
It was good to experience the feelings of expectations and how they steal your freedom.
IF I hadn't known it was Christmas, I would have filled my day doing things I wanted to do. Non-Christmas like things. Things that others don't typically do on Christmas.
Maybe the biggest gift I received was the freedom from expectations.
Knowing I was the one who gave it power.
Expectations are thoughts in our heads.
Not real,
not love,
not free to be me.
The spirit of christmas is giving.
I am giving me the freedom from expectations on holidays.
Taking my power back.
To be non-traditional.
Releasing Christmas from the expectations that don't fit the present moment.
Stop trying to conform to an idea or image...a thought.
Letting me do what inspires me in the moment.
The Art of Celebrating what IS.
Children don't try and fit into Christmas; they just naturally fit.
I will too. Doing what I love to do!
